December 12: Don't Hate Me Because I'm Hoity-Toity About My Hair

Name and explain the one guilty pleasure you can't live without. Then explore the idea of how you would feel if you gave that thing up for a year. (Neha) 

I don't have many guilty pleasures. Not because I don't indulge in things I could go without...but because I don't really "do" guilt. I think guilt is sort of a wasted emotion...unless it is for a particularly serious transgression.

Am I over-thinking this? Probably.

I enjoy plenty of things in moderation. And there are plenty of things on which I could cut back. But I don't think I'm unapologetically gluttonous about much.

The one thing, however, that I am rather decadent about is my hair. This is a little surprising (even to me) because I'm not much of a girly-girl. I'm pretty minimal with make-up...at least in regard to the amount of time I'm willing to spend applying it. And, as I've said before, I couldn't use a curling iron or blow out my "do" to save my life. But I spend money on my hair.

Sweet nectar of the coiffeurs!

I go to a salon much de luxe-ier than I am. I am a Bumble and bumble zealot. I get an unhealthy amount of joy from a good haircut. I unabashedly, unashamedly love it when people complement my hair. Especially now that I've gone back to the fabulous pixie style.

It's obnoxious.

And you know what? I'm fine with it.

Is she reading the menu?
Or smugly admiring her own haircut?
What do you think?

I don't wanna go without this ridiculous sumptuousness. 

You can't make me.

I won't do it.

How would I feel if I went without these things for a year, you ask? 

I feel like my already-considerable loathing of showers would grow exponentially. 

I feel like there would be a lot of headbands. And hats. And whining.

I feel like the experiment wouldn't last a year. And I'd be right back at the salon.

And I'm fine with it. 

It is, after all, my only guilty pleasure. ;)